Sunday, March 20, 2016

Missing In Action

That woman has no visage nor vanityTaught in the black arts of lunacyHer face is old and wrinkled

Transmuted back to her golden yearsDouble agent working for the enemy

Traded away for her counterpartDeus ex MachinaA more convenient persona to fill in the gapsLeft by everything she chose to renounceSaint soul no more, would she notice her sanity gone?Because of the demons she now harboursThere is no need for such hubrisToxic fumes imbued by voices of grand fates and fatalities

Covers the abyss that she is now

Against all laws in the dreams of the real

She dissipated to ethereal realms

Master in skills of illusion and delusionThe greatest Spy who has ever beenErased her mind clean, identity is goneWhatever link to her conscience abolishedMissing In Action for all means and purposesAll they had on her was vital signs, conscious no moreAcidic insanity dissolved all signs of what she used to beThe greatest Illusionist who has ever been